"You don't have to be so polite, Lady Delice. I know I'm late."
Oliver chuckled, his voice filling with excitement the more he spoke. "To where? Maybe I can join in?"
"The palace garden." Zezi snapped gently, watching as relief flooded Lady Delice's gaze and this time around, her smile seem to reach her eyes.
Zezi hated that she was doing this and liked it at the same time.
She hated that she cared so much about a vampire to do this but at the same time, she couldn't just turn a blind eye to what was going on.
First she was a woman first, before a vampire.
Zezi knew she was no longer in this for the curiousity. If she wanted to know their history so badly, she could just ask Oliver. His mouth was a basket, words will sputter out. He would talk, she just knew it, even if that would mean enduring his annoying personality.
He clearly seemed like he had something to flaunt about it and for people like him, they always never pass up at the chance to do that.